I know one thing from iso… Isolation is not my friend. 9 weeks & counting.

We’re not on good terms. It’s been turbulent. At first, it seemed to be a good fit but now, they aren’t picking up after themselves, giving me vague suggestions to stay alert and keeping me in a box I call my bedroom. I want my space and even with a little glimmer of some all-day exercise, I’m still left with my mind.